I remember once when my dad gave me money to pay the electricity bill but instead I bought a raffle ticket for a brand new car. When I got home, I explained to my dad what I did and he beat the crap out of me. But the next day,when my dad woke up and opened the door, outside my house was a brand new car. We all cried especially me, because the car was from the electricity company, they were there to cut off the electricity, my dad beat the crap out of me again

What Is Heroin Like?

You are stuck out on a park bench in the middle of December. You have no place to go, no family or friends, you’ve gotten all the money, and stolen items out of them that you can. You’re cold, alone, you stink, but you don’t have the energy or means to take a shower. Then somehow you procure enough money to buy a bag (generally by hooking other people up and ripping them off a bit, overcharging, etc.) So you go to your dealers, buy a bag, find some spot that is relatively closed off. (There have been exceptions to this, one time on a side walk I threw my coat over my upper body and did it with people a few feet from me.) You go through your ritual, get the shot prepared, spend 20 mins to an hour to find a vein that hasn’t collapsed or shrunken from the cold, on once you register, and see that blood come back into the brownish tube, you push the plunger in and hope beyond hope you didn’t miss. Then it happens. You start feeling warm, not actually warm but the kind of warm where you’re cold and someone gives you the most comfortable blanket you’ve ever felt, and inside, underneath that brown blanket you realize “Hey, my life’s not so bad.” Every worry you’ve ever had is gone, seemingly never to return. “Ahh, this is nice.” You think to yourself. “I’m just going to take a quick nap, then get up and go shower at the Y.M.C.A, and then go apply at that job downtown I used to go to college for, what was that? Civil engineering maybe? Alright, twenty minutes then I’ll get up.”

8 HOURS LATER:

You are stuck out on a park bench in the middle of December. You have no place to go, no family or friends…

Rinse and repeat. Everyday, for the rest of your life. That is what heroin is like.